Lots of death, famine, drowning, and apocalypse litter these Godly wakes, all sewn up w[i]th apologists for each and all. Apologists quick to earnestly explain at great length why the entity in question perfectly imitates a being that does not exist at all, and cannot be detected by any empirical means including ones we haven't thought up yet, but is nevertheless round us every second of every day. Damn that's pretty convenient isn't it? They're there, see ... they're there: They're just invisible to any possible sensing device or organ. And in almost every case this supernatural menagerie possesses a seemingly obsessive concern about the most trivial human behavior including, but not limited to, the architecture of our homes, how we prepare cheese and meat, the length of our beards, masturbation, and a whole list of other obscure, loony shit.Most of his Comments center on the Community that religion offers. As if the comradeship and filiality you get out of your bowling league or just a nice chat with the grocery clerk is somehow degraded and profane, lacking as it is in the Grace that from Old Nobodaddy Doth Flow. I call bullshit on that.
Friday, August 26, 2005
What He Said
Yes, yes.... This is more or less what my spittle-flecked windshield gets to hear whenever I drive past Patrick Henry College to go grocery shopping. Via Pharyngula, Darksyde over at Unscrewing the Inscrutable serves the God Gene up on a bed of lettuce and avocado garnish: